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Driving My Sister’s Iowan Time Capsule
Nancy Kay Peterson

We hurtle down a tunnel of light,
night on our right, twilight left,
cocooned in a capsule of sound:
Elvis Presley all shook up.
In this area of limitless horizon,
as the world turns toward night,
time is visible. Yesterday’s
summers surround us,
crying like an old hound dog,
and I am eight again, my sister twelve,
on a country road traveled long ago,
full of that old warmth,
that wonder.

—
Nancy Kay Peterson’s poetry has appeared in print and online, in numerous publications, most recently in DASH Literary Journal, HerWords, Last Stanza Poetry Journal, One Sentence Poems, Spank the Carp, Steam Ticket: A Third Coast Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, and Three Line Poetry. From 2004-2009, she co-edited and co-published Main Channel Voices: A Dam Fine Literary Magazine (Winona, MN). Finishing Line Press published her two poetry chapbooks: Belated Remembrance (2010) and Selling the Family (2021).

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